When His Nauseous Sweetheart Frowns, the Tycoon's Family Takes Turns Pampering Her-Chapter 107: Marry Me

Jenna Axton’s heart skipped a beat, and her mind went completely blank.

To hear such blunt words from her poised and steady second brother was completely unexpected.

In her distraction, the hand she was using to pour water trembled, causing it to overflow the white porcelain gaiwan and soak a large patch of the dry-brew tray.

Jenna hurriedly put down the kettle and took a cloth, dabbing the spill dry bit by bit.

When she finished cleaning the tray, she looked up and met a pair of smiling eyes across from her.

’He was so mean.’

Everyone said he was handsome and elegant, upright and resolute, but he always seemed to enjoy watching her make a fool of herself.

"You do it. I’m afraid I’ll burn myself." Jenna pulled her hands back and rested them on her crossed legs.

’The more I do, the more mistakes I make, and he just laughs at me. It’s better to do nothing at all.’

A playful smile tugged at the corner of Russell’s lips. He poured the water from the gaiwan into the fairness pitcher, and then from the pitcher into their two teacups.

As if showing off, he casually balanced the gaiwan’s lid on the rim of the cup and said mockingly, "Have your tea-brewing skills really gotten this bad? Does your husband not let you drink tea?"

Russell was an expert at setting traps. Jenna pressed her lips together, saying nothing.

’When I don’t know how to answer, staying silent is the best way to deal with Russell.’

Russell shot her a dark glance before skillfully cutting open the tea packet, pouring in the leaves, and swirling the gaiwan to release their fragrance.

His movements were fluid and seamless, and he poured the first infusion after just a few seconds.

Russell gestured to her cup. "Try it."

Jenna picked up the teacup with her slender fingers and took a sip. She couldn’t make out the flavor—all she knew was that it was scalding hot.

"Not going to talk? Then why did you ask to meet me?" Russell straightened one leg, resting his hand on his knee.

This man, Russell Frost, was impeccably handsome and debonair. Every gesture exuded the charismatic nonchalance of a wealthy family’s scion—a stark contrast to the reserved and humble demeanor he usually showed to outsiders.

As he brewed the tea with his sleeves rolled up, the muscles on his fair arms were taut, his veins clearly visible. A silver watch was fastened around his left wrist.

Jenna felt a sting in her eyes.

That watch was the gift she had given him when he received his acceptance letter from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

At the time, she had just spent her money on a hat she loved and was a little short of the price for that specific model. It was Russell who had made up the difference.

She had sworn that it was her gift for his new job and that she would save up to pay him back. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

But it was eventually forgotten.

Looking at the watch face and strap now, she could see almost no signs of wear. After more than twenty years, it still looked brand new.

Russell knew she was looking. In no hurry, he used the motion of refilling her teacup to bring his wrist right in front of her, letting her get a closer look.

"Adriana Frost, are you a coward? You can’t even bring yourself to answer a single one of my questions."

Jenna averted her gaze, not daring to look at the man across from her.

She was panicking. She belatedly realized that even though she had said almost nothing, Russell had already backed her into a corner with just a few words.

"I saw you at the mall. It wasn’t a good time to say hello, so I asked to meet you today."

"Oh." Russell lifted his chin, his gaze sweeping coolly across her cheek. "So your husband isn’t treating you well? Is that why you finally remembered to come find me?"

’Hmph,’ Jenna grumbled to herself. ’He keeps going on about my husband. He can’t think I don’t know what he’s up to.’

’He just wants to know if I’m married or not.’

"He treats me very well."

"Does he buy you the hats you like?" Russell asked.

"Yes, he does."

"Does he buy you perfume, pretty dresses, shoes, and bags?"

"Yes!" Jenna’s firm tone was tinged with annoyance.

"Hah," Russell sneered.

His gaze remained fixed on Jenna, not giving her a single moment to breathe, even when he paused to sip his tea.

"Your husband can only get you an Audi A6, an outdated bag worth a few thousand, and a down jacket that costs a grand or two? He’s pretty pathetic, isn’t he."

"None of your business." Jenna was tired of his probing. Knowing exactly how to hurt him, she let the words fly.

"You’re the woman I, Russell Frost, raised. And you’re living this pathetic life. You tell me if it’s my business or not," Russell retorted, his brow furrowed. A hint of pain flickered in his usually gentle eyes.

Jenna’s heart hammered in her chest, and for a moment, she was speechless.

Growing up, if she liked hats, she would have a whole wall of them.

If she liked pretty dresses, her closet would be filled with so many that she couldn’t wear them all over the summer even if she changed three times a day.

Whatever she liked, she would receive it until her room couldn’t hold any more—but never was it limited by Russell’s purchasing power.

’Where did Russell’s money come from?’

Although the Frost Family was a pharmaceutical dynasty, they couldn’t compare to a top-tier powerhouse like the Fairchild Family.

Still, for a family of their stature, money was never a concern.

They lived a low-profile life not because they lacked money, but simply because it was their way.

Jenna took a deep breath, her hands gripping her pants tightly.

"Russell, why are you bringing this up? I’m already married. How I live my life has nothing to do with you. I only agreed to see you because I heard you were looking for me. I want you to stop. I’m doing just fine."

With just a few sentences, Jenna pushed their relationship to that of strangers.

But Russell was determined not to let her leave, not to let her disappear from his life again.

Even if she were married, he had his ways to make her come back to him.

"Adriana Frost, you can’t fool me. After having someone as exceptional as me set the bar, I refuse to believe you’d choose to marry such an inferior man."

Jenna took a sip of tea and slammed the cup down on the table. "If you want to deceive yourself, what can I do about it?" she said angrily.

"Call your man. Now," Russell said.

"And why should I listen to you?"

"Then that means you’re not married," Russell said. "If you’re not, then come back. And marry me."

"I’m your sister! What are you even thinking?"

"You’re not my biological sister." Russell already had his answer. He continued, "Besides, we haven’t been just brother and sister for a long, long time."

The atmosphere, which had just eased slightly, grew tense and hostile with their sharp exchange.

Though they were both middle-aged, their bickering was just like that of a couple in the throes of a new romance, getting angry at the drop of a hat.

Jenna fell silent, her evasive gaze fixed on the pastries and teacups on the table. She didn’t dare meet his eyes.

"Where have you been all these years?" His voice softened. ’Since she’s not married, this will be much easier.’

"Stay out of my life! I told you, I just want to live on my own. You are forbidden from looking for me, or I swear I’ll die right here in front of you."

Jenna was resorting to desperate measures. If this dragged on, she wouldn’t get the outcome she wanted.

She tore the silk scarf from her neck, revealing the scar from her past surgery without any attempt to hide it.

Ignoring the way Russell’s expression had turned cold, she threatened, "I mean what I say."

A pale pink scar, a full two inches long, ran from her collarbone toward her back.

Russell gritted his teeth. His heart ached as if it were being squeezed by a giant hand, and he found it hard to breathe.

’The Adriana I knew was so afraid of pain. How could she have become like this?’

’Did she think this would make him give up?’

’Impossible.’

’Negotiation was his specialty.’

’And securing the maximum benefit was always his goal.’

Russell changed tactics, feigning a concession. "Just answer one question for me. Answer it honestly, and I’ll do as you say."